Chapter 22
NOAH
Rage. That's all I've been feeling for days, that and madness.
It's been slowly building inside me, adding pressure and siphoning all the other emotions and thoughts out of me, until it's ready to explode with deadly consequences.
The object of that rage is hesitantly walking toward me in the dark woods, dressed in a red cape and black mask, and utterly unaware of the danger she's facing.
She doesn't know that tonight won't only be about fulfilling her fantasies.
While I do have plans to make that happen, it's what comes afterwards that really has me excited.
Cordelie Wynyard thought she could walk away from me, discard me like ruined tissue under her shoe, and move on with her life without me.
She was fucking wrong. She doesn't get to walk from us, and she certainly doesn't get to move on from me.
She's ignored what I've been telling her all along.
She's mine, she belongs to me from the tips of her pretty toes to the top of her dainty head, and I won't ever release her from my grip.
In fact, I long to wrap my fingers around her slender neck and choke the life out of her, relishing the thought of her terror, as her blue-gray eyes stare back at me in helpless fear.
My cock hardens painfully at the thought of her little whimpers, and the way her body will tense when she realizes who is really chasing her.
The cold air blows against the hood of my black sweatshirt, and the wolf mask that covers three-quarters of my face, and I find it exhilarating.
There's an animalistic need within me to chase, bite, and devour my prey, but first, I want to play with her.
I pull my phone out of the back of my black jeans and type out a message to her, watching with amusement as she almost jumps out of her skin when her phone vibrates in her hand.
Poor little bunny rabbit, afraid of the big bad wolf.
Just wait ‘til she gets a look at the metal cage I'm going to place her in when I catch her, so she can never leave me.
My mind swirls with images of her crying and begging me on her knees.
How her tears will trail down her face like diamonds, and how her lips will spew forth lies, telling me she loves me, and never wanted to leave me.
How she didn't try to end us because of her selfishness, and wasn't here tonight hoping another man would fuck what belongs to me.
My hands clench into tight fists, almost shattering my phone.
I force myself to take a few deep breaths, nearly convinced that I can smell her delectable wildflower scent and delicious fear on the wind.
I need to get myself under control, or this whole night will end far too quickly.
A part of me just wants to come up behind her, inject her with the sedative I have, throw her in my car, and take her away from here.
That way, I can have her any way I want, and she can quickly understand what her new future will look like.
I'm going to breed her, until she's ripe and swollen with my babies in her stomach.
One after the other until there's no way she would leave them or me.
It'll be a chain around her neck, a blissful prison that she'll readily succumb to, ensuring for all eternity that she belongs to me.
My thoughts ramble in my head like a vicious tide of noise, but the one constant among all of them is that she needs to pay for discarding me.
I'm quite aware that my sanity has left the building, and whereas I would have tried to reel myself in before, not wanting to hurt her, now, after her little stunt with the pepper spray, I just don't give a shit.
My kindness has evaporated, and the monster inside of me craves her blood and tears, and nothing else will assuage his fury.
I have nothing left to lose and only Cordelie to gain.
I can't go back to my old life; she's destroyed it with her denial of me and our love.
I'll do anything to be with her, remove every obstacle from the way without hesitation.
Doesn't she understand how powerful my love for her is?
How she's infected every inch of my being until there isn't a single cell that doesn't crave her.
I even rid us of Josslyn once and for all.
She's currently hanging by a thick rope around her neck in her apartment bathroom, her eyes bulging out, her skin cut to ribbons, and the poisonous tongue that abused Cordelie cut out, and shoved inside of her well-used cunt.
Do I feel the slightest bit guilty that I fucked her brutally one last time before murdering her?
Not even a little. It was my parting gift to her.
I'm sure we'll be reunited in the fires of hell one day.
The truth is, we deserved each other, Josslyn and me, but she was never what I truly craved.
She was a distraction, and her usefulness ended long before I took her last breath.
Cordelie moves slowly, one tentative step at a time, further into the woods, her body lined with tension.
I lick my lips with agonizing hunger, as I watch her from behind the thick oak tree I'm using to conceal myself.
The moonlight is bright, but the dense canopy of tree limbs and leaves allows only small pockets of light to reach the forest floor.
A smile breaks across my face as she darts at a menacing shadow, her face fear-stricken.
I get my first glimpse of her pale flesh, the red cape helping obscure it from my needy gaze.
I can't wait to rip it off her so my eyes can gorge themselves on her flesh that I plan to mark every inch of with my digits, branding her as mine.
I re-pocket my phone and pull out the small blade I brought.
Its sharp edge glints off the meager light as I hold it tightly, prepared to use it to carve my name into my sweet baby girl's flesh.
She's going to look lovely, and she'll finally thank me for making her completely mine.
I take a few quiet steps, allowing the shadows to disguise me from my prey.
I can hear her quick inhales of breath, and see the white wisps of it in the air in front of her, as she speeds up her steps after reading my message, and her head darts in every direction to determine where I'm hiding. Run, baby, run.
I bend down, grab a few rocks, and then throw one of them further up ahead into a thick group of bushes, and she instantly stops, recoiling backward as if I'm going to dart from it and attack her.
"Where... where are you?" She questions into the dark shadows, her voice quivering with fear. "Wolfie?"
Her pet name amuses me, even though it should anger me further.
She didn't pick it for me, it's for a masked stranger that she had planned to allow to ravish her and fill her cunt.
My cunt. A man I would have had to kill, just like Tyler, and the barista.
A man I would have enjoyed unleashing my rage on, like Sly, and the cunt from the club who's currently lying dead in these very woods.
After all, I did promise her that night in my apartment that her would-be rapist wouldn't take another breath.
It took me a few days to find him, but I'll always keep my word to my sweet baby girl.
Now she can sleep well at night, knowing that he'll never be able to hurt her again.
No one will, except me, but she'll come to crave that.
I'll fulfill all her fantasies going forward, and she'll never even dream of another man but me.
I growl deep in my throat, allowing the sound to carry over the stillness in the forest, and throw another rock, this one closer to where she's standing, frozen with fright.
It has my intended reaction, and she bolts forward, but not before I slip from the shadows and give her a glimpse of my dark form, and the blade.
"Run, Red! I'm fucking famished," I growl, forcing a gruffer tone into my voice to disguise it, as I dart after her.
"FUCK!" She screams and picks up speed, the cape whipping behind her and giving me a good look at the lingerie she's wearing underneath.
My blood pounds fiercely in my ears, and my cock hardens to granite, making running a tad more difficult.
The desire to get a closer look at what she's wearing spurs me on.
I know I'm a little quicker than her, especially in the stupid shoes she's wearing tonight.
The monster inside of me reminds me that she didn't wear that for me, but for a stranger.
That she was never that daring when we were together, and that adds another toxic layer to my fury.
I'm going to rip all of that off her, piece by piece, and teach her a necessary lesson about disrespecting me.
I might even lash her with my belt a few times to ensure she truly learns her lesson.
Oh, pretty girl, so many wrong choices you're making tonight. This is why you need me to take over for you, to control you and bring you to heel. It's not safe out in these woods or in the world. Monsters are walking around ready to prey on you.
I dart through a nearby copse of trees and cut across, essentially cutting her off, forcing her to a quivering stop, her breathing ragged, and she stumbles to the ground, a sharp cry exiting her lips.
The cape falls backward with her momentum and the wind, revealing her porcelain skin encased in white lace, all gift-wrapped in perfection for me.
"What pretty skin you have, Red. I'll bet you taste even better than you look. "
She pulls the cape hastily back around herself and straightens her spine, rising to her feet, and I'm intrigued at what she'll do next.
My sweet baby girl seems to have become brave, and as much as it amuses me, it won't help her escape my clutches.
Nothing will. "Wolfie, I think you're all talk and no bite. "
My body tenses with her flirty taunt as I take a step closer, raising the blade in my grip like a stalker from one of her favorite movie series. "Oh, Red, you have no idea how wrong you are, and I'm about to prove it to you."
I race forward, and she screams shrilly, running in the direction she came from, but that won't save her.
These woods are deserted at this time of night.
No one will come to her aid. She's all mine.
I lunge forward and manage to grab her by the back of the hood, the string around her neck strangling her as she attempts to viciously fight my hold.
I wrap my large forearm around her neck, pressing the blade against her cheek and whispering into her ear.
"Will you scream for me now, Red? I long to hear the sound while I fuck your slutty cunt. "